[ She shifts at his hand's touch, stilling in hopes that he doesn't accidentally yank a feather out--it seems like a very haphazard grab and he's probably not totally awake yet. A last bunch of hair is let go of as she asks: ]
Hope? [ Despite earlier intentions, she leans in rather than moving away, so Hope is getting a face-to-face view of a chocobo.
A very confused one, when Aerith finally registers that she was treating Hope like a chicobo. What. ]
[action!]
Hope? [ Despite earlier intentions, she leans in rather than moving away, so Hope is getting a face-to-face view of a chocobo.
A very confused one, when Aerith finally registers that she was treating Hope like a chicobo. What. ]